yes.
this was more radical than i thoguht it would be.





at one point i think i was crying, this band is so fucking good... i was one of perhaps three girls in the entire building, and when the crowd got rough (really rough), some of the gentlemen pushed me up onto the stage.

i spent the rest of the show curled between an amplifier, a stack of pedals, the guitarists converse, and a raging sea of japanese testosterone. how lucky can one girl be?

i even got drunk enough to talk to someone besides myself!

the three of us ended up riding the trains back to my house, drinking margarita mix straight from the bottle, and beer, while listening to toku's little speakers play music just a ltitle too loud for our fellow (sober) train passengers.

i woke up in a sea of futons and hardcore.

i haven't had so much fun in a long time.
not to mention, i saw one of the best live shows ever.

Astonishing. Breathtaking. Exhilirating. Phenomenal. Thrilling. Scintillating. Sensational. Brilliant. Marvelous. Astounding. Exciting. Romantic. Epic. Tragic. Miraculous. Stunning. Awesome. Sublime. Wonderful. Staggering. Extraordinary. Exceptional. Outstanding. Entertaining. Inspiring. Invigorating. Fantastic. Spectacular. Incredible. Fabulous. Enthralling. Remarkable.

All of these words could be used to describe Peter Jackson's remake of King Kong and yet none of them seem to quite do the trick. I don't think that word has been invented yet.

Imagine the best rollercoaster you've ever ridden and then stretch its running time to about three hours that's about what King Kong feels like.

Now that I think about it of all the words listed above, the only one that I can think of that comes even remotely close to accurately capturing the essence of this picture is only three letters long...

Wow.

AIM IM with carly:
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carly:woweee...i can pretend you're saying whatever i want you to say!
carly: i'm goind to sleep
carly: call me if you wanna talk

this week's comic is here.

and as a sidenote, there is also this.

and this...

ancestry. but i don't even identify with that anymore. my incan family sucks. i like being scottish. I love the wicker man. and belle and sebastian and boards of canada. what did peru ever do for me? not a thing.

The best way to kill the boredom of being at home sick is to go out and buy some really cheap wine (or booze of your choice), make a big ol' dinner and then succumb to the sweeet, sweet gluttony.

tonight the menu consists of:

-vegetarian meatloaf in some frou frou marmalade bleehblah that chris made and mushroom gravy.
-cream of spinach flee floio
-a salad with feta cheese in it. i bought rasberry vinigarette dressin
-my sloppily thrown together mac and cheese that i DID make from scratch thank you very much and I even put that PANKO or PLANKO or plinko or whatever the hell its called on top.

man, we're gonna eat so damn much. maybe it'll make sepdning the $100 on groceries worth it.

one time, a couple years ago, my friend woody was like "how come you think you're fat?" (and this isn't a napoleon dynomite reference, okay) and I was like "i dunno..."
and he was like "is it cause you eat like a fat person?"
and then i realized, that yeah, it was kind of because I "eat like a fat person". Me and chris both eat like fat people.
I have kind of given in to the idea that when I am older I will be a big gelatinous blob and it will be okay because I eat like a fat person but I eat like fat person of royalty.

my sister's Vice magazine came to the house and I was ultra happy to have new reading material but then there is always something in Vice that turns my stomach like a picture of poop or vomit or something gross and then I get all queasy. But it did come with a free cd and videos so that's cool. I'll give it to you for a xmas present, okay angie?

SO i was thinking about myspace and i was thinkin bout how easy it is to find people now. I realized something, i realized that I kind of MISS the mystery of not being able to find someone. I miss going "man, guess I'll never know what happened to so and so..." because now all I have to do is type is SO AND SO and then they just pop up and i get this full update about everything that's been happening in SO AND SO's life and it's like BORING CENTRAL!!! Yeah, i t's great to find out you're married now, or you're totally obsessed with your looks now or you like to dance in hip hop clubs and sip cristal now even though you were the gothiest girl in high schoool....that's cool.

I found my FIRST KISS on myspace the other day. Yeah, why are you still lookin for someone you briefly swapped saliva (i mean it WAS A LOT) with over 10 years ago. I don't know. Cause like, i heard he was dead but then i heard he was alive and so i got curious again. And he's not dead! MAN, now the mystery is shot. This guy is in an open marriage, he still looks like a neo-industrial tool, and he lives in New ORleans. SNOOZE TOWN.

Fuck Myspace. Man, seriously. Now I am going to go check myspace,

yeah. i need to cool off. i think dinner is almost readyt. its gonna be a meatloaf to die for, i'll save you all a piece.

I forgot how great winter is for getting drunk. i mean tipsy.

Hiya...
All these "new" people on killoggs... gosh.

Well if you know me, and i know you, and if you are in NYC over the super cold winter holidays, then please gimme a yell. not much new to report. I saw Louisiana over Thanksgiving. Yikes.

Here is a cool artshow:
http://bitforms.com/exhibitions.html

I don't feel like decorating them.



I don't care about Christmas that much.