For my Discordian brethren and sistren: Are the members of Monty Python saints or sages?

Favourite answer: "I think they must be saints since you can't make tea out of them, whereas you can make tea quite easily out of sage.."

..and I just remembered why Graham Chapman is my favorite Python.

INTERVIEWER: "How many poofters are on this film?"
CHAPMAN: "Umm, only one that I've detected. *laughs* But we're not made for each other, you see."

Found my tiger iron, found my work shirt. Both were hiding in plain sight. Forgot to send permission slip for consumer reports in with my application to the Times-Picayune. Spent $2 faxing it from Pak Mail. Finished one of three articles for Vital Voice -- it's a *cover* story. Bought a purple Om tank top from Pathways, a copy of Pride and Prejudice from Borders. Hung out with Rene, had a coffee, wrote more about the boys, tested out some dialogue and descriptions on Rene -- who laughed more often than not. Hopefully, I'm doing something right.

On Monday, Rachel gave me a small labradorite pendant they'd been unable to find a project for. I strung it on the same cord as my Begging Buddha and they seem to be cohabitating quite happily.

One of my regular Tuesday customers asked me if I'd lost weight since she'd seen me last. I honestly don't know but, all the same, don't dare to hope. If I have, y'all know I didn't lose it the right way.

Informal poll: Amazon.com has opened up pre-orders for the Young Ones: Extra Stoopid Edition box set with a 25% rebate. Do I spend now or put it on my Xmas list and make someone else spend $45-60?

I've been beyond tired lately.. Not sure why, either.

I came into my room from my shower this morning to find my puppy *licking* the cover of my copy of Bigger Than Hitler, Better Than Christ.

Happy Birthday, Rik!

Did you know your b-day was on International Coming Out Day? (rainbow)

It's not Rik/Ade, but Ade and Jen are both so gorgeous here, and the song is so lovely, how can you go wrong? Note to self: buy a copy of "The Supergrass."

You golden god..

Or brass monkey.

Tell me, do Jen and Rik split the birthday spankings?

Lifted from chibi_kage
The point of this joyless game is as follows:

1) Choose a movie/TV character of your choice
2) Write an entry in that character's point of view--content is entirely true to your own life
3) Include these instructions so your friends don't think you've gone insane, and can join the fun
4) Don't forget to include at the end of your update who the character is


2) Rebecca Thecountergoddess wakes up at 7:45 on the dot. Her pup, Sarah, stratches at the door to be let in after her walk. Rebecca obliges. She (Rebecca, not Sarah) pulls on her "Good Witch/Bad Witch" pee-jay pants and stumbles to the bathroom, she checks her reflection.It's not good, dark hair feathered and spiked out in all directions like a pseudo-goth chia pet. Two hours later she's back to her smashing self just in time to work the morning shift at McDonald's. Being very goddess-like, she works the frontline counter. Jennifer is the day-shift manager but leaves for a time to visit the doctor as she is quite knocked up. Jenn's interim is filled by Pat - store supervisor and resident bastard - who manages to not completely piss off the crew for once in his life.

Last week, I got into some trouble with two boys from American Eagle when (after they had asked for a discount for "working in the mall") I commented, rather loudly in their presence, that they, in fact, were employed by a preppy clothing outlet that catered to spoiled teenagers and, therefore, did not *work* in the mall. Today, said boys were nowhere to be seen (not that I'd ever be uncool enough to step inside American Eagle). The shift went off without a hitch. Anthony, grill-person and former habitual shoplifter, arrives to take my place and the counter goddess is relieved of her duties for the day.

Well, enough of this tripe. I want to rest my head (and I don't mean take a breather while fellating my boyfriend).

4) Mike Thecoolperson, The Young Ones

Just a little fun before I have to finish packing and drive down to school tomorrow.

The good news is I got my first modelling job with the art department. My first class is Wednesday night. Mostly long-standing poses (the class is studying the skeleton of the body) but Ryan and I arranged for me to have a break every 20 minutes or so. "Are you going to be naked?" Rene and Bill asked. Yep.

Whoa.

"What does Tony think about that?"

He says I'm a braver person than he is.

For $15 dollars an hour, why not? Besides, after this, what could I possibly fear? Aside from neocons and the odd zombie.