I hope this doesnt loose me my job

Endymion, supposedly the most beautiful of men, was loved by the Moon, who cast him
into a perpetual sleep that she might descend and embrace him each night.

A lovely if not possesive sentiment. Only to be countered by the horror below.

What Famous Leader are You? Personality tests by simularminds.com

I am not sure what to say. Only that I am sorry.

If the city were a cheese it would be swiss on a waffle

" I want God, want poetry,
I want danger, I want freedom,
I want goodness, I want sin. "
Aldous Huxley

Ah the sleepy passivity of the thanksgiving holiday. We all (or at least most) must awake from it tomorrow groggy and slightly bloated, carting leftover sandwiches for the next few weeks; until Christmas. I must go attend to my homemade granola. That's right.

Robert Bond and the Thanksgiving Shopping Cart of Tofu

I have neglected my bloggy ("wee love you noggy" - fairly odd parents) but with good reason. I am taking care of this woman's house/dog for about five days and I didnt really want to invade thier computer and get online and blog it up. But today I decided to invade inVADE INVADE!!! Oh well its not like I am snooping. Actually one of my favorite things about dog sitting in getting to look in all the cupboards, for some reason looking at what kind of food people buy (and sampleing some) is of great interest to me. Well I am taking care of this really sweet black lab named Robert. Unfortuantly he is basically the most co-dependent creature I have ever personally met (Robert Madison, Madison Robert). He will not eat unless I am standing in the room with him, if I move to go downstairs he stops and must come with me. Also, he has an injured paw so I cannot walk him or play roughly with him so yesterday I was playing a small amount of fetch in the yard at which point I relized he may not have gone to the bathroom the entire time I have been taking care of him as I havent gone outside with him until that point. Wow.
On saturday I went to another play, this one by a theatre troup based here in missoula that travels around the world, they even got rave reviews in NY! The play was called Pushcarts and it was extreamly intense. These people (there were only three in the entire play) were immensly talented. The play was very well done and enjoyable in the way that all extreamly disturbing but talented productions are. (whatever that means). Let me just say it was much more better (thats right!) than the previous production which was lacking at no fault to the actors I might add.
Oh yes, and last night I went to the late showing of Casino Royale. I must comend the actor on his bond but then qualify it with a rowdy (holy crap was that ever the most drug out movie I have ever seen) It was one of those you think, "op, its over, oh wait. . . hang on. . . oh nope. . . oh this has to be the end. . . oh, its not. . .etc. ) The late show especially was a mistake. It was honestly a test of physical endurance to sit through it all, my butt hurt my neck hurt oh man!! If they had ended it in a timley manner I would say it was a pretty good movie but they did not. oh well, someone else paid.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone have some tofurky if your neighbor is a turkey!
(What????????!)

Sing me a song o' grand one!


I saw this set of plays put on by the University. Their author won a Noble Prize for literature (which apparently doesn't happen all that often) and I assumed they would be stellar!(I always try to have a positive outlook though it often comes out the other way)

Well the second in the set was utterly incomprehensible to me. I thought that this may be due to a lack on intelligence or some knowlage to which I was not privy but those exiting the theatre (those that attended by choice. . . .culture by force!. . . ) also were voicing the same questions I was entertaining in my own mind like: "I'm not sure I understood the scene where the silent man beat the blind man to death. . ." "Was that her husband or her father?" Or really to sum it all up: "what the hell?!" Anywho, my drama "teacher" inquired as to what our impressions of these play was. I asked for a little illumination, unfortunately she answered that this particuar playwrite "planted a seed and then let it grow". . . .kkkkkkeeeeeeeyyyyyy.

I am listening to "Hey Big Spender" right now and I imagine that that would be a very entertaining role to play. . . my dream role is of course in "Rocky Horror Picture Show" or what has been deemed the new RHPS, "Reefer Madness" but that's just me.

Grunt Good Food Grunt


I went to the Good Food Store this morning (at least you know what they sell). I got a delicious cup of 'bottomless' coffee (with stevia and soy vanilla creamer yum!) and some wheat free confection (in case all needed to know my exact habits). Well pretty much every time I go I see this guy there. He looks EXACTLY like John Clese (from monty python) though I dont know that John C. would carry a book holder thing (it hold the book at a convienient angle for your reading pleasure) everywhere he goes. J.C. is too cool for that but I must say that this man strikes as startling resemblence to the oh so funny and oh so british comedian.

I was upset resently as I discovered that I really have no passions in my life. I really havent found that thing that makes me happy to do even when its work (music, art etc. ). I have now reconsidered this. It could be that my 'passion' may be learning languages. I have been unable to test this theory as such as I am not taking any (stupid stupid). A BIG unfortuantly is that the school of higher education to which I submit myself has made it quite dificult to even get into a class NEXT semester!! This has frusterated me a great deal and I must storm (yes storm from my computer) in a huff.

Pan, not just bread


My first post will be someone else's words: "To diminish the worth of women, men had to diminish the worth of the moon. They had to drive a wedge between human beings and trees and the beasts and the waters, because trees and beasts and waters are as loyal to the moon as to the sun. They had to drive a wedge between thought and feeling, between the lamplight by which they count the day's earnings and the dark to which or Pan is ever connected." Tom Robbins Jitterbug Perfume.
I promise all my posts will not be so. . . so . . whatever but I was thinking of this and thought I'd share my love of this feminist man. (Tom Robbins and Pan)