Orange

April 27, 2007 at 2:47 pm | In Thoughts on Life | Leave a Comment

I use to hate the color orange. It always seemed like a color that lied. I had my ex-boyfriend throw it out for me, especially when water coloring. But now, since we broke up all I use is the color orange. I just realized this, this morning as I looked down at my paints after a night of painting and they were orange. Is this the key to life?

A Nice Childern’s Tale

April 23, 2007 at 6:07 pm | In Thoughts on Life | Leave a Comment

This is an actually folktare passed down from generations to generations in Austira.

The Jews’ Stone

In the year 1462 in the village of Rinn in Tyrol a number of Jews convinced a poor farmer to surrender his small child to them in return for a large sum of money. They took the child out into the woods, where, on a large stone, they martyred it to death in the most unspeakable manner. From that time the stone has been called the Jews’ Stone. Afterward they hung the mutilated body on a birch tree not far from a bridge.

The child’s mother was working in a field when the murder took place. She suddenly thought of her child, and without knowing why, she was overcome with fear. Meanwhile, three drops of fresh blood fell onto her hand, one after the other. Filled with terror she rushed home and asked for her child. Her husband brought her inside and confessed what he had done. He was about to show her the money that would free them from poverty, but it had turned into leaves. Then the father became mad and died from sorrow, but the mother went out and sought her child. She found it hanging from the tree and, with hot tears, took it down and carried it to the church at Rinn. It is lying there to this day, and the people look on it as a holy child. They also brought the Jews’ Stone there.

According to legend a shepherd cut down the birch tree, from which the child had hung, but when he attempted to carry it home he broke his leg and died from the injury.

*Source: Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, Deutsche Sagen (1816/1818), no. 353.

Medridth and McDreamy are my friends?

April 13, 2007 at 3:01 am | In Interactive Media, Thoughts on Life | Leave a Comment

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About a week ago I get this on my News FEED aka “lazy stalker feed”. I’m ask, “who is Meredith?” Do I know her? Then I realize it is a reference to the popular TV show Gray’s Anatomy. I never have joined any clubs or groups relating to the show. Why are they showing up on my feed? Why the fuck do I care? I barely care when I see other people’s lives, let along my own.

FACEBOOK are genius beyond my comprehension. They make me feel all kinky and submissive. Drug for the massive. On so many levels.

Levels
1) Everyone seemed to hate the feed when it first came out, people wrote letters and groups against it. Slowly we learned to accept it, and like everything else in facebook land we learned to enjoy it that much more.

2) Most people joined facebook because it was not an open community. We felt safe and warm. Now that it’s open, I hear little struggle to keep what we wanted. We are so addicted to our fix we don’t even remember our orginal intentions.

3) I go home and say, “what’s going on in facebook land?”

4) Facebook is more real-time than real life. Information can be shared with multiply friends without all that hassle of the cell phone.

My best friend I both recently first learned of our lovelifes over facebook, before we got the chance to call each other. …hmm my best friend is going out with someone, that’s interesting news.

5) People are being watched, they know it, and they love it. Voyeurism anyone. Like I said Facebook makes life so much more kinky. Narcissism or Narcotic?

These are not complaints, mere considerations. I’ll take facebook over MYSPACE horrible design and white trash with geo-cities circa 1995 flashing graphics. When I say graphicSSSS I mean 5000 million to tell us all visually they are whores.

Aaron S.’s Piece

April 13, 2007 at 2:30 am | In Interactive Media | 10 Comments

So if you don’t know Aaron, He’s a SUPERSTAR FOOD ARTIST… well not just foods, but he’s piece I’ll call it ‘CONDOMents”.. has really got me thinking.

To me its like why wrap a hotdog up in protection, what are we protecting it from? They are already wrapped. The fact that he used flavored condoms is also important. It’s like a condiment for the Hotdog.

OF course there is a huge sexual overtone. Condom flavors? Can my vagina taste too? That would be awesome, hopefully it would like salty flavors…but the fact is that I don’t see why you would give a guy head with a condom on. If you don’t trust the guy enough to give him head, you probably shouldn’t be doing it. Same as denture dams (female condoms). I recently learned about these as they were on the front page of American University newspaper. Not only were they on the cover but also a plastic vagina, Damn liberals. My mom, who always read the newspaper, was like hmmm, learn new things everyday. Not to mention they would always have sex ads on the bathroom stalls. I had to explain to my roommate what cunnilingus was.

Back to the superstar, a great piece. If IM wasn’t already a Sausage Fest for me, he brought it to a new experience. Maybe men fantasy being in a land of boobs, but one cock at a damn time please. I almost had an anxiety attack walking through the dangling hotdogs.

What’s next?
Can’t wait to smell, taste, lick, eat, and throw up.

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