Super Freak

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That girl is pretty wild now The girl's a super freak The kind of girl you read about In new-wave magazine That girl is pretty kinky The girl's a super freak I really love to taste her Every time we…

That girl is pretty wild now
The girl’s a super freak
The kind of girl you read about
In new-wave magazine
That girl is pretty kinky
The girl’s a super freak
I really love to taste her
Every time we meet

I just downloaded Super Freak to my phone.

It’s kind of lame, not the original but a synthy re-do like a lot of ring tones. But it doesn’t matter, man.

It’s Rick fucking James. It’s SuperFreak.

He died while I was in Fiji. I didn’t know til I got home.

Don’t let it be one of the three things. I can see the headstones. James Brown and George Clinton are shivering right now.

I have a confession to make. When I was a teenager…

I can’t say it.

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spin spin whisky and gin i suffer for my art

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I've had Lloyd Cole songs going through my head all day. jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days she says a girl needs a gun these days hey on account of all the rattlesnakes -Rattlesnakes…

I’ve had Lloyd Cole songs going through my head all day.

jodie wears a hat although it hasn’t rained for six days
she says a girl needs a gun these days
hey on account of all the rattlesnakes
–Rattlesnakes

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Bula! Fiji!

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My Fiji Journal is up. I'm sure it needs more editing. What doesn't? Note that it's displayed in reverse order, so oldest entries first. Just because. There will be more pictures posted later. For those of short attention span, you…

My Fiji Journal is up.

I’m sure it needs more editing. What doesn’t?

Note that it’s displayed in reverse order, so oldest entries first. Just because.

There will be more pictures posted later.

For those of short attention span, you can skip to the Executive Summary.

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NO! No quizilla!

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Evidently I'm the Black Knight. Is anyone surprised? Running away? You yellow . . . What Monty Python Character are you? brought to you by Quizilla I hate Quizilla. Why am I even posting this?…

Evidently I’m the Black Knight.

Is anyone surprised?

blackknight
Running away? You yellow . . .

What Monty Python Character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

I hate Quizilla. Why am I even posting this?

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Home again, what day is this?

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I woke up this morning in my own bed, hearing a light plane pass overhead. I thought it was the sound of the dive boat at the Jean-Michel Cousteau Fiji Islands Resort, which I've been hearing every morning for…

I woke up this morning in my own bed, hearing a light plane pass overhead.

I thought it was the sound of the dive boat at the Jean-Michel Cousteau Fiji Islands Resort, which I’ve been hearing every morning for ten days. I expect to open my eyes to the thatch ceiling of a Fijian bure and to hear a breeze rattling tropical plants. I expected to smell tropical flowers.

When I opened my eyes to my own bedroom I felt completely confused.

I think I spent over 24 hours traveling to get home. My body has no idea what time it is. I still feel ‘the motion of the ocean’ from so much time on dive boats the last ten days. I’ll feel that for at least another day.

I’ve got a whole travel journal to put up, and pictures, but that might be a few days yet, it needs some work to be ready for public view.

But right now, it’s back into work and what seems to have been a soap opera while I was gone. I’m still collecting the threads and trying to catch up on it all.

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Somewhere off the coast of Java

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Somewhere off the coast of Java Fell a little piece of lava that grew up to be the island known as Bali -Bali Boogie, Danny Kaye (From memory, I can't find the damned lyrics to that anywhere) I am going…

Somewhere off the coast of Java
Fell a little piece of lava
that grew up to be the island known as Bali

–Bali Boogie, Danny Kaye (From memory, I can’t find the damned lyrics to that anywhere)

I am going to be far, far away from that mean old internet for a long time.

Well, two weeks. But it feels like a long time.

I’m going to be on Vanua Levu, Fiji. Which is not exactly off the coast of Java but I liked the title anyway.

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Things I Believe

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These are a few things I believe. It's better to regret what you did than what you didn't do. It's better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. Ask for what you want. Reach out and take what…

These are a few things I believe.

It’s better to regret what you did than what you didn’t do.

It’s better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

Ask for what you want.

Reach out and take what you can have.

Don’t take the first no.

Never, never pass up a once-in-a-lifetime chance. That’s why they call it once-in-a-lifetime.

Don’t be afraid to push.

You never know when you’re going to learn new things about yourself.

Rachel, I’m glad to know you. You touch my heart, and I want to touch you everywhere. You’re on the friend list, the real one not the Orkut one. The list people don’t get taken off of ever again. And I’m serious, if you didn’t have someone to go home to, I would have kept you. Hell, I almost decided not to drop you off at the airport, and to turn around. Good thing you’re practical.

Ray — you fucker, get the hell back here. Or I’m warning you, I’ll come to Austin. And I’ll show you a couple things about cooking. You were on that friend list before, but I’d forgotten. I won’t again.

Andie – god, what can I say. You’re hot as holy blazing fuck, and yeah, that’s my line. Thanks to Beano for finding you. And I’ve run out of words for you once again. C’mere.

Paul, you have good taste, brother. We gotta hang out more. Good things happen to me when you’re around.

Doxy, I’m going to tell you again. This is the party you should have come to. Really. This was the one. Don’t make me have to come get you next time. I will.

The party was a smashing sucess. So good to hang with everyone. So sorry I had to leave. So glad I left you all in Barb’s capable hands. Someone has to represent for the Wild MacRaes. The party was still a success sunday, and I won’t wipe that smile off my face for a long, long time. I didn’t know I could have that much fun with all my clothes on.

Tears were shed this weekend. Friendships made or cemented. I’m hoping none ended. There was a lot of laughter and several exchanges of panties and a lot of propositions. Resolves were tested, boundries tested. Mistakes made, possibly, but who knows. I left, as planned, with lipstick under my kilt. I love you ladies!

All I know is, I felt new after it was over.

Like I said to Craig, “Man, I’m all about the sharing”. And as I said to at least one person over the weekend, “I’m all about the love”.

Love and sharing. Not bad things to be about.

And never forget to ask for what you really want.

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Wow.

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I think everyone agreed. Wow was the word for the weekend. I’m trying to figure out what I can say in public. This weekend was like driving a 4×4 at breakneck speed over rough terrain with one eye closed and a pint of tequila open in one hand. I’m wondering who got run over. And […]

I think everyone agreed. Wow was the word for the weekend.

I’m trying to figure out what I can say in public.

This weekend was like driving a 4×4 at breakneck speed over rough terrain with one eye closed and a pint of tequila open in one hand.

I’m wondering who got run over. And I think I knocked some fillings loose.

I’ll tell more story when I get things sorted in my head. But I met amazing people this weekend, had some fantastic times, drank way too much, kissed Ray, and I wish the weekend could have gone on and on.

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Drink Will Flow and Blood Will Spill

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The Orkut party to end all Orkut parties? Or just another ice-cream social? This saturday, people come from out of town, Orkut crushes will meet in in person, Ray wil make etouffee , and someone almost certainly will wind up with…

The Orkut party to end all Orkut parties? Or just another ice-cream social?

This saturday, people come from out of town, Orkut crushes will meet in in person, Ray wil make etouffee , and someone almost certainly will wind up with his or her head under my kilt.

This could be a really good party. Drink Will Flow, as they say, and Blood Will Spill.

But sometimes it’s all talk. Sometimes you meet up with real people and they’re just — well, real. They don’t have horns. They do not devour virgins (Unless they can find them). They’re not going to be pulling a train or dancing the dirty boogie in nothing but a lamp shade.

I’ve been to both kinds of parties. Some where all the orgiastic talk comes to nothing, and it’s just a few beers and dinner and everyone goes home. Others where people go home crying, or get laid AT THE PARTY. Where hearts are broken and new loves engendered and relationships changed forever.

What’s this one gonna be? I’m not taking bets.

There are people I’m looking forward to meeting. There are people I’m looking forward very much to seeing again. There may be people there who I don’t like, though no one comes to mind. And there are very certainly people who won’t be there who I wish could be.

Ray My Brother, I’m looking forward to it. I didn’t realize how much I missed you ’til you showed up ’round these Orkut parts.

Paul, Laura, you are saintly or brave to host. I was scared to do so, myself.

Rachel, I’ll try not to be GFD. Funny to have that reversed isn’t it?

E-laine and Marie, why ain’t you gonna be there? Pot’s not right without ‘ya. I’ll try to keep Ms. Pants outta trouble though.

Doxy, oh Doxy, what a party it would be with you here. “Is this the right room for an argument? ”

The body count will be posted in this space afterwards.

–edit–

Duh. How did I leave GregggggggP out of this list? Drinks to you, buddy. You live too far away, but Ray managed to solve that one this time; you can too.

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More about Flesh and Blood — or, ‘My Laptop came back’

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Can I have another piece of chocolate cake? Tammy Baker’s got a lot on her plate Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake? Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave! -Crowded House, 'Chocolate Cake' My laptop came back to…

Can I have another piece of chocolate cake?
Tammy Baker’s got a lot on her plate
Can I buy another cheap Picasso fake?
Andy Warhol must be laughing in his grave!

—-Crowded House, ‘Chocolate Cake’

My laptop came back to life. And then died again. And then it came back. Maybe it’s got what Jen Trance has. Jen? Have you been sleeping with my laptop?

I’ve been thinking about the topic of on-line friends and real life meetings again.

I’ve covered this before. But for a number of reasons, It’s fresh in my mind.

First, I’m watching, from the sidelines, an ugly breakup – being played in public on orkut – of a couple who met, yes, on line, on orkut. It’s an ugly side to Andy Warhol’s fifteen minutes of fame; everyone shares your triumph, and then everyone clusters around to watch your failures. It’s like some weird cross section of fame, in effect, because you get some of the effect of being famous (people all over the place know your name and want to know your business), without the actual benefits (the money, and the, you know, actually being famous.)

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